The world is a cruel place.
In this superhuman society, we are judged based on how we were born, and don't get many chances if you are not the majority.
*just then there was a knock at the door*
"Hey deku?" He heard urruraka say his name from the other side of the door.
"Yeah?" He finally responded. He put away his notebook ready, in case she would open the door.
"Well I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and Ida."
Little did he know that this girl had a crush on him. In fact, she was barely managing to say words to him with out studering much.
"Oh sure. Where tho?"
Urruraka was so happy that he said yes and did a little happy dance.
"Urruraka...?
"Oh uh, I'll send the address for a Cafe we were thinking of."
"Ok"
After he heard her walk away, he took out his journal again. It was a dairy, but it was important to him that he said it was a journal.
He stared at the page ready to put something down, but he couldn't think of anything. Instead, he got up from bed and got his hero analysis book. Even though he wrote in it a lot, he never actually reread his work. So he started from the beginning. Obviously almight was first, since he was his favorite hero. He had studied many of his videos, and his fighting style for a long time. It was sad that his career ended.
He cept looking through the pages, until he got to a certain page. A page that had bad memory's tied to it. He didn't want to think about it, but he looked. It was non other then katsuki bakugou's page.
He remembered how much he used to bully him, and much more. He felt the pain that he had for his younger self start to come up. He sat there for a while to trying not to tear up.
He stared to sob thinking about him and how his friends made him feel worthless. It wasn't even that it physically hurt him. It was terrible for his mental health. He closed the book and held his head in between his knees. He never really thought about it before.
What deku didn't know was that someone had heard him crying walking past his door.
